Cilento: the extreme southern border of Campania. Vertically on the deep gulf of Policastro, tightened between the blue sea and the rugged mountain of Bulgheria, the village of Bosco rests softly spread on one hill suspended in the smooth sky of the Cilento.
Far away, remote, lonely: the rare vagrants graze it hardly, neither penetrate for the grips ways of the village, where the stone rings thrusted into the walls of the houses by now remember the passed times in which only mules and horses accompanied the quiet step of the inhabitants. Far, remote they are the outcries of the rebellion of much time ago. From then, from nearly two centuries, Bosco sleeps in the regained peace and generously divides it with who, tired with the frenzy of the modern life, wants immerse in it to meet again himself. And there, ready to receive them in the sign of hospitality and tradition, there is Romeo...
